Rain cascades in copper shades
From heaven’s sacred realms
Darkness clouds your escapades
Acceptance takes the helm
Voices guide your destinations
Fantasies as fact
Islands on a sea of grief
Treasure troves of lack
It’s funny how we view the world
In metaphors and such
Longing for those blessings
From gods, we never touch
Reminds me of a story
Of a secret once held dear
An anchor for our anguish
Love became our greatest fear
Near the end, we spent our time
Comparing how we died
Crying into pillows
Wishing for the stars you follow
You sensed that I was truly gone
Yet only in my mind, you found
The sound was fading fast
A present dream not meant to last
Future plans for fractured past
Withered roses, stems, and thorns
Dear John letter with the dawn
A popcorn trail of feathered lies
Like worms adorn your summer lawn
Food for gluttonous birds

Now, a fog surrounds my thoughts
Locks me inside, looking out
Raging like a madman rants
From both sides of my mouth
Listening intently, you reluctantly agree
We pull the wool so craftily
Until you cannot see
With sleight of tongue, my words become
A tool for fools to use
Oppressively, deceptively
I circumvent your will to choose
Suggested you were leaving
And you seemed to be believing
That it wasn’t you, it’s me
A twist of turn reality
Stories that we tell ourselves
I told you once when I was twelve
They found a murmur in my heart…
a skipping beat, a secret noise,
Whispered echo on a chart….
The doctor said it must be true
Yet how were we to know?
For later on it disappeared
There’s nothing more to fear
But that is not entirely true
Just mischief we cannot undo

For example, listen how
This slippery story slides…
The night crawls like a viper
Hungry, swallowing the day,
Along with all my sacred words
The venomous things I pray…
Tying tongues in circles,
Wrapping syllables in silk
Coiling around the throats of saints
Choking down their mother’s milk
Rejected by the moon
I found some solace in the sun
But nothing truly satisfies,
Like shifting clouds that fool the eyes
Illusions fly, I compromise
My ignorance is truly bliss,
Can’t ever find the balance
Between the life and loss I miss

Hoarding misery…pain to save
Dreams to fill a shallow grave
Poetry and paper lace
Time and loves I can’t replace
You toast my loss and wish me well
A blessing? Maybe? hard to tell
A kiss of life, a knife to cut
A memory hole that once was us
A portrait that was me and you
For closure is elusive (true)
Can’t move forward standing still
Yet, it’s so easy to pretend
Shall I let you kill me then?
Rip my heart out with your pen,
Become another ghost for you…
To haunt your lines that spill like wine…
Drunk on pixeled pages?
I have no choice; what’s done is done…
A body count, now minus one
Undone, devoid of joy, we fade
In blind degrees, it seems so sweet
We substitute our love
We want the world completely
But it never is enough

TM DiSarro
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